streets of bakersfield — текст песни (owens buck)

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Subject: Owens, Buck; Yoakam, Dwight:Streets of Bakersfield.crd

Streets of Bakersfield
Homer Joy

D E7 A D
A D
I came here in looking for something
E7 A
I couldn`t find anywhere else
A D
Hey, I`m not trying to be nobody,
E7 A
Just want a chance to be myself

I`ve done a thousand miles of thumbin`,
Yes, I`ve worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
On the streets of Bakersfield

Chorus:
You don`t know me but you don`t like me,
You say you care less how I feel
How many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield

Spent some time in San Francisco,
Spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell,
I took fifteen dollars from that man

I left him my watch and my old house keys,
Don`t like folks thinking that I`d steal
Then I thanked him as he was sleeping,
And I headed out for Bakersfield

Chorus

How many of you that sit and judge me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield